me a vodka with a splash of lime.
“Let’s go out on the patio.”
I nod and follow him outside onto the patio. He takes a seat in the single chair while I sit on the couch. He hands me my drink, and I make sure to let our fingers brush together as I take the glass from him.
Knight frowns, seemingly displeased with the touch. Maybe because he wants more? But why would he sit by himself instead of the couch if that is what he wanted?
He pulls out the joint he bought before coming home and lights it. He takes a hit and passes it to me.
I take it from him looking at it curiously. Trying my best to seem like this is my first time smoking a joint. I try to fumble with it and cough as I take the hit, but it’s like home in my mouth.
He eyes me suspiciously. “You’ve smoked before.”
“What? No, I uh—”
“You’ve smoked a joint before.”
I blush. “Yes, how did you know?”
“I didn’t, you just confirmed. After watching you with the chopsticks, I can tell when you are trying something new and when you aren’t.”
I avert my eyes, trying to think of what to say. I don’t want to tell him about my past. That’s not what tonight is about.
He doesn’t ask though. Instead, he takes another puff before passing it back to me. We continue like this, alternating between smoking and drinking.
I spent my high school years smoking, drinking, and fucking, his words play in my head. We’ve done two of the three. Now it’s time for the last one.
Knight doesn’t realize everything he is doing is turning me on more and more. I may know a good guy in a suit with a fancy job is better for me, but deep down I only like fucking bad boys like him. And I’m growing impatient and more attracted to him by the second.
I set my drink down on the glass table slowly, careful not to break the table or the glass.
Knight chuckles.
“What?”
He shakes his head, still smiling at me.
I don’t know what he’s laughing at. I’m not too drunk; I’m just being careful. Then I spot the joint. Oh yea, the weed. I’m being paranoid.
I stand up and remove my jacket revealing my lace bra again. I should have worn a shirt underneath the jacket, but I didn’t have a nice shirt to wear, and I couldn’t afford to buy anything. It makes the outfit sexier, I remind myself.
I step between Knight’s legs, pushing them apart to fit my slim frame.
He eyes me, still holding his glass in his hand as he stares. He doesn’t have to say anything. I know from his low growl, from his intense eyes, from his thinned lips that he wants me.
I grab the hem of his shirt again, pulling it off carefully so as not to spill his drink. Revealing the abs, scars, and tattoos again. I haven’t had time to study the ones on his chest, so I take my time doing that now. I kneel in front of him and begin kissing his stomach.
His eyes burn into me, but still, no words leave his mouth. I kiss the first ripple, then the next, then the next. I make it to his chest and kiss the Chinese words, the dragon, the bottle of whiskey, the swirling lines, and then I stop.
The letters A-B-R-I are across his heart.
My eyes swell looking up at him. He loved her. He still loves her. What the hell am I doing?
He grabs my wrist and pulls me up.
“Stop.”
I bite my lip. I don’t have to ask what he means. Stop thinking that he still loves her.
He puts his drink down and pulls me to his lap until I’m straddling him. Our breaths come hard and fast, and our eyes lock together in a dance, trying to decide who is going to make the first move.
We both kiss at the same time. I moan as he nibbles on my bottom lip. Then he sweeps his tongue into my mouth. I open, letting him in. I might never let him into my heart, but I will let him into my body anytime.
This kiss is hard, full of a passion and desperation that wasn’t there the first time we kissed. This kiss is rough, primal, exactly what I would expect from a bad boy who knows his way around a bedroom.
I grasp at his chest as he grabs my waist, not letting the kiss end.